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" Dance of the Eagles "

So lonely up here in those lofty heights of mine,

So empty in these cool, blue mountain skies,

Yet, I am soaring free.

Beneath, the plains, yearning, stretching wide,

Yet, I am soaring free.

I can see the snow topped mountains, tall and bold,

I can see beyond the horizon to the things untold.

Within me a yearning like the emptiness of the high plain,

Grieving, longing, groaning deep within my being.

Without words, uttering eerie, silent cries,

Echoing in my soul which dares to soar to lofty heights.

The shrieking songs of dancing eagles, my brothers,

Sailing free and undisturbed by others,

Playing with the mighty winds of chance and time,

Fearless, bold and wild like the untamed dreams of mine.

I listened to their songs; I joined their dances in the sky,

I will not give up those dreams, will not succumb but I will fly!

So lonely up here in those lofty heights of mine,

Yet, I am soaring free.

So empty in those cool, blue mountain skies,

Yet, I am soaring free.

Wishing to greet with shouts of joy my brother, my kin,

Together our souls shall dance to the eagle’s song burning within.

Ute Németh

(11.6.99)

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